Caravan (Live) - Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

Carry me, Caravan, take me away Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain Andalusia with fields full of grain I have to see you again and again Take me, Spanish Caravan Yes, I know you can Trade winds find Galleons lost in the sea I know where treasure is waiting for me Silver and gold in the mountains of Spain I have to see you again and again Take me, Spanish Caravan Yes, I know you can

Live Like Ali Die Like Husayn O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn To live as a servant of Allah alone, to struggle for justice until you are slain The gate of the city of knowledge Ali, he learnt from Mohammad n showed how to be He died protecting that knowledge Husayn, so teachings of Prophets would not go in vain O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn When no one would answer the call of nabi, the people would witness the sword of Ali And now like a mountain before tyranny, standing alone is the fearless Husayn O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn He gave his zakat in rukoo of salah, for such is the bounty of mushkil kusha And quenching the thirst of the army of Hur, are sons of Ali and the sons of Husayn O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn So patiently waited the chosen wasi, To keep it united the community With 72 sacrifices and more, O what can we say of the sabr of Husayn O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn We can never be like Husayn o Ali, so this Ya Ilahi is then our plea Grant us the footsteps of Qanbar, Kumayl, of Ibn-e-Muzahir and Jawn of Husayn O Come let us learn how to live like Ali, to live like Ali, and to die like Husayn

Perdido, I look for my heart it's perdido I lost it way down in Torido While chancing a dance fiesta Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero He said taking off his sombrero: "Let's meet for a sweet fietsa" High was the sun when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Perdido, since then has my heart been perdido I know I must go to Torido, that yearning to lose perdido I look for my heart it's perdido I lost it way down in Torido He glanced as I danced the Bolero He smiled as he tipped his sombrero High was the moon when we first came close Low was the moon when we said adios Since then has my heart been perdido I must go to Torido, that yearning telude Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido The day the fiesta started Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido That's when my heart departed It's perdido!